Standing Before Hell’s Gate: The Last Brigade, Book 4 by William Alan Webb

Standing Before Hell’s Gate: The Last Brigade, Book 4 by William Alan Webb

When Nick Angriff and the men and women at Operation Overtime dedicated their lives to resurrecting America from the trash heap of history, they never dreamed that meant different things to different people.

At the moment that the 7th Cavalry has begun to roll back the tide of Chinese invasion, and faced with a renewed threat from the cult known as the Sevens in the south, treacherous traitors derail everything Angriff and his army have fought and died for. Political agendas bring internal conflict to the fore over what style of government the nascent country will have, before there is even a country to govern.

In his patented style of fast-pacing, crackling dialogue and whipsaw action, William Alan Webb launches the first book in the Showdown Trilogy down a path of violence and honor, death and patriotism.

“Clear your calendar before you start reading this book!”

Targeted Age Group:: 16+Heat/Violence Level: Heat Level 3 – PG-13

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
"The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots."

The power of the individual infuses every page of this novel and this series. Brave or craven, at the heart of every story are the people involved, and so it is with The Last Brigade. The overwhelming support the first books have gotten have allowed me to continue the story of America climbing back from total destruction.

Plus, and not least, these books are a lot of fun to write.

How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Every character in this book was inspired by real humans pulled from history, but changed to magnify both their good points and their bad ones. No villain is 100% bad and no hero 100% good. People are flawed, even great people, and their flaws influence their decisions. Those are the characters I love to write about.

I also like characters who kick ass.

Book Sample
“Down!” The soldier deployed twenty yards to their left was half-turned toward them while on one knee, and was waving at them to get down. Something stuck out of the front of his body armor — an arrow.

An Eagle filled Angriff ‘s hand without conscious thought and he was on one knee in firing position before the others even registered the situation. With his left hand, he jerked Iskold down, too.

“Draw your weapon, Major!”

“I don’t have one!” she said.

His eyes narrowed into a stern frown. It was the same look he’d given Cynthia when she took the family car without permission and crumpled the front bumper against a streetlight. Young and Strootman had followed his lead, gotten low, and drawn their pistols. All eight of them, the four guards and the four officers, swept their weapons back and forth looking for targets.

Scrub trees and creosote bushes pushed up through cracks in the runway and provided cover for the bowman.

“Whoever shot that can’t be more than fifty yards out.”

“Contact on the left!”

Four rifles and three pistols swung in that direction and fixed on a lone figure standing no more than forty yards from where Angriff knelt. Shirtless, it was a young boy in his early teens, holding a bow with an arrow already nocked and ready to release. He was yelling something and slowly walking their way.

The situation was really Colonel Young’s to control, but he would likely order his men to kill their attacker. In less than a second, Angriff knew the boy would die and he hated the very idea of that happening.

“Hold your fire!” he yelled.

The boy immediately shifted aim to him and fired. Angriff moved with the reflexes that had saved him countless times, and the arrow whizzed past his ear, exactly where his forehead had been a second earlier.